Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:03:38 -0700
From: Roy
Subject: Travis, chapter 8 - Gay Incest Section
Author's note: Please be aware that this story differs from most of my
other work, in that it is primarily a story of sex. If that's what you're
searching for, you've come to the right place. If you'd rather read a
story of romance, which includes some sex, please read my other work:
Phalen, Wesley, Chris, or Owen.
Travis
Chapter eight
by Roy Reinikainen
"I'll see you men tomorrow," Travis said, briefly embracing both of
his sons. "Make sure you don't do anything I wouldn't do," he added, with
twinkle in his eyes."
Kent playfully stuck out his tongue before breaking into a bright
smile. "Aw Dad. Any mischief we know how to get into, you taught us."
Glenn snickered, and Travis turned an skeptical look on his youngest son.
"I'm sure you've managed to come up with a couple things I never even
imagined."
"Yeah," Kent grinned. "We've invited the neighborhood fathers and
their sons in for an orgy. You should join us." Travis' smile momentarily
froze until he realized Kent was teasing. After all, what Kent suggested
was exactly what he was going to be doing. "Tell you what, Dad. When you
get back the three of us will have to tell each other exactly what we did
this weekend, deal?" he asked.
"I'm not sure I want to know," Travis grinned, also not sure he was
ready to divulge what he'd been up to.
"Well, if you feel like talking, you, Glenn and I can have a repeat
of what we did in your bed the other day." His smile broadened, at the
look both his father and older brother gave him. "You both thought I
didn't know what you were doing, didn't you?" He laughed. "I was standing
in the door to the bathroom. You forget that the bathroom also has a door
to your study. I would have asked to join you guys, but I figured that you
and I had already played, Dad, so it was only fair that you have a chance
at Glenn."
"Hmm." Travis couldn't think of what to say. He trusted that his
sudden blush told his son everything.
"Say, Dad," Kent continued, draping an arm over his father's
shoulders. "When are three of us gonna fuck? I'm getting sorta tired of
only having Glenn's thing up my butt." He snickered when Glenn looked
toward the ceiling with a long suffering sigh.
"Then, I think perhaps you need to buy a dildo and have your
brother use that on you."
"Naw, his dick's better than any dildo, besides, both he and I are
too young to go into one of those sleazy adult entertainment palaces. I
tried," he added. "The manager threw me out, even after I offered him the
use of my body, just for a look around. You know," Kent indignantly put
his hands on his hips. "He told me he wasn't interested unless I had a
cunt. Imagine!" Kent playfully shuddered.
"I've gotta go," Travis said. The certainty that he did not want
to know anything more of what his youngest son had been up to, grew with
each sentence the boy uttered. "With all your talk about sex," Travis
said, looking over his shoulder, his hand on the back door, doorknob, "one
wonders when you have time for school work."
"I'm almost a straight A student, Dad," Kent added with some heat.
"Still, with all the talk about offering up your body to total
strangers, one has to wonder how many of your teachers have taken you up on
your offer." He smiled, as he stepped out of the house, followed by his
son's voice.
"Only one, and I already had an A in that class."
"Yeah, yeah," Travis called, over his shoulder, raising his arm and
waving goodbye without looking back.
----------
Travis took a deep breath as he prepared to ring his brother's
doorbell. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway, so he assumed
Nick's police officer friend, Cliff, his two sons, and another boy had
already arrived. 'That means five guys to fuck me,' Travis thought, and
five to fuck. I wonder what it's like to have a young guy slide his thing
into me. From what Nick says, it doesn't sound like any of these boys
could be considered amateurs. And when Nick calls 'em boys, I have no idea
what that means. I'm guessing they're all old enough to drop a load.' He
thought back to his early teen years, when it was nothing for him and Nick
to masturbate six or seven times a day. He mentally rubbed his hands
together. 'Maybe I'll get laid more than five times!' He chuckled, almost
bounding on the balls of his feet, in anticipation.
"I'll get it," a young voice said, in almost immediate response to
his pressing the doorbell. There was some laughing, and a moment later,
Nick swung the door open wide, revealing his naked body and a smiling blond
boy at his side.
"Hi," the boy said, stepping around Nick. "You must be Nick's
brother. I'm Patrick." He shook Travis' hand, then turned to the other
people in the dimly lit room. "The big guy, with the muscles, over there,
is my dad, Cliff. Then, there's my brother Josh, and our friend Jerry.
His dad wanted to come, but couldn't." Travis waved a greeting to each
person as they were introduced, then turned his attention back to Patrick.
"May I strip you?" Patrick asked. "All the rest of us are naked,
you should be too." He glanced at Travis, his cheeks seeming in a
perpetual blush, which, combined with his shy appearance, totally belied
his behavior.
"Jerry and I want to help too," Josh laughed, trotting across the
living room. Of the three boys, Jerry was the most forward. Instead of
talking, he brazenly reached out and groped Travis' crotch.
"C'mon guys," he said, his voice cracking, as it sought to find
it's adult level, "get him out of his clothes." He looked at Travis only a
moment before moving close and kissing him, extending his tongue in an
expert kiss.
"Will you fuck me first?" he asked. "I'd really like to taste your
cum, but I think I'd like it inside me first. At least I can finger myself
and lick my finger clean."
Travis held his arms up as Patrick and his brother stripped him out
of his t-shirt. They'd already freed him of his shorts. "Dang," Josh
said, kneeling behind Travis. "You've got as nice as a butt as Dad's."
Travis smiled and glanced to where Cliff was sitting, watching his sons,
strip the newcomer.
"I'm second," Patrick announced, pushing his hand inside Travis'
underwear and fondling the erect penis. "Dad really gets off on watching
me and Josh get our butt's pounded," he confided. "Lotsa times, he likes
to get on his knees behind me and the guy fucking me and play with the guys
dick as it slides in and out. He'll even ask the guy to stop, leaving his
dick in me, while Dad licks the guys butthole."
"Has your Dad ever fucked the guy whose fucking you?" Travis asked.
When Patrick shook his head, his eyes wide with calculation, his father
laughed.
"Now, that's an idea, Travis. "Am I gonna be lucky enough to learn
that you're a guy who'd like to be plugged at the same time you're doing my
boys?"
Travis reached back and slapped an ass cheek. "Why don't you get
back here, Cliff and use your tongue on me for a bit to see if you'd like
to slide your pole up my hole.
"Once Dad gets you all sloppy with his spit," Josh asked, as he
caressed Travis' ass cheek, "D'ya think I could fuck you? That way Dad
would have some extra lube. He's sorta big, y'know."
"I'd love you have you in me, Josh, but," Travis playfully grinned.
"As nice as your thing is, are you sure you're really old enough for it to
shoot?"
Josh's father laughed as he knelt behind Travis. "The boy's
wanting to prove to me that he can drop a load, four or five times a day."
He kissed one of Travis' ass cheeks while Josh looked on, fondling his
cock, preparing to prove to Travis that he was old enough, not only to
deposit a load, but to make Travis enjoy the experience.
While Cliff and Josh were taking care of Travis, Cliff's son,
Patrick was lying on his back on the floor while Nick squatted over his
tongue.
"Are you into kissing?" Jerry asked, crossing the room and standing
in front of Nick.
"You bet I am, you little fucker," Nick said, in a passion-filled
voice. "Get down here." Nick reached out and brought Jerry's face to his,
with a hand on either side of his head, his tongue already extended. He
held Jerry, his tongue also extended, so their tongue wrestling match could
be seen by anyone watching. Jerry groaned, and, as Travis watched, a
strand of clear pre-cum began to sway from the boy's cock.
----------
"Hey, Coach," Kent smiled, opening the door to the house. He and
Glenn had spent all the time since their father left, arranging two hidden
video cameras. "We'll just have to keep in him the bedroom," Glenn said,
hoping his brother wouldn't continue complaining about all the, 'what if,'
situations. "What if he likes sex in the shower?" Kent had asked, or in
the living room, or the backyard?"
"Well, we want sex in the bedroom . . . this time," Glenn had said.
"We're the hosts, we're fulfilling his fantasies, never mind him fulfilling
ours, so we get to choose where . . . his fantasies are fulfilled."
"C'mon in." Kent noticed the older man, dressed in his usual gym
shorts and t-shirt and warily looking around. "Don't worry," Kent assured
him, both Dad and Mom are gone for the weekend. Here," he held out a hand
to his brother. "This is my older brother, Glenn. I've been telling him
all about you and the stuff we've done. He's looking forward to having you
plug him." Kent grinned at his brother's, 'save me,' expression. Coach
Greene smiled his understanding.
"G'on," Glenn, Kent said, playfully punching him on the shoulder,
"be a good host. Show the man your butthole."
"Mister Pollard," Coach Green interrupted, as Glenn appeared unsure
what to do. "Isn't it customary to offer a newly arrived guest a drink, or
something . . . before offering them . . . something to eat?" His eyes
danced as he smiled in Glenn's direction.
"Oh sure," Kent responded. "Y'like boy-piss, Coach?" Glenn
snorted and the coach's eyes widened slightly. "I'd bet Glenn can produce
some, or, if not him, I can. We've been drinking plenty of water to make
sure of it," he grinned.
Coach Greene studied his student for a moment. "You're for real?
Kent merely smiled, and began stripping. When he stood before the
coach and his brother, bare-ass-naked, as he liked to say, he began toying
with his slowly stiffening cock. "Try me," he murmured. "Now," he
gestured, "both of you strip-off. I think the coach wants to drink some of
all that water we've been chugging down all morning, Glenn.
"First," Coach Greene held up a finger. "I want to give both of
you a deep kiss." He motioned to Glenn, who, without hesitation, stepped
into the older man's embrace and opened his mouth. While the two men were
kissing, Kent stepped behind the coach, hooked his fingers in the waistband
of the coach's shorts and jock, and tugged them down over the swell of his
buttocks and his swollen cock. The coach moaned and increased the vigor
with which he was attacking Glenn's mouth. When Kent ran a finger between
the muscular cheeks and found the older man's pucker, a tremor of such
strength ran through the coach that Kent thought maybe the older man had
climaxed already.
"Aw fuck," the coach heaved a breath as he and Glenn separated.
"Ho . . . ly fuck, is all I can say." He skinned out of his t-shirt and
stepped out of the shorts and jockstrap which lay puddled at his feet, then
pulled Kent to him. "C'mere, you sexy bugger. We can swap some spit while
Glenn strips." He grinned. "All this work is making me mighty thirsty.
Once the boy's nekkid, we can retire to the backyard. I'm betting I can
swallow everything you can give me." He chuckled, as he tweaked one of
Kent's nipples. "And, I'm not only talking about your steaming piss."
As the three men walked through the house and stepped onto the
backyard patio, the coach flopped down onto one of the patio chairs, and
leaned back, extending his legs before him as he fondled the two young men
who stood before him, each straddling one of the coach's legs. "I swear
men, I don't know how I'm going to make it through an entire day and night
of this." He laughed. "You'll have to roll my unresponsive body into a
box or something and ship me home. Then, I'm going to have to take a week
off work. I've never, in my entire fuckin' life, had anything to compare
with what we've already done. His eyes sparkled. "And, I'm sure that
Mister Pollard here, has the entire evening choreographed." He looked from
one boy to the other.
"Now, someone was talking about serving-up some drinks. What say
if I take some of what Glenn has to offer, then trade off with you Kent,
until you're both empty, or I can't handle any more. If that happens, you
can just hose me down then lick me clean before we get down to the serious
stuff." He gestured Glenn close and opened his mouth to accept the
beautiful cock. Glenn inhaled deeply through his nose as he felt the
warmth of the coach's mouth surround his penis. He tried to blank his
mind, and soon, felt his flow start. He thought he was supposed to give
Kent a chance, but when he restricted his flow, the coach shook his head.
"You're not finished. Give me all of it," he ordered. He dug his
fingers into the flesh of Glenn's butt cheeks until the flow of the pale
piss resumed. He next turned to Kent who had been watching his teacher
gulp down everything Glenn had to offer.
"Y'sure?" Kent asked.
Coach Greene smiled. "Yes, boys. Pretty soon, I'll be spraying
you with what you just gave me." As Kent moved into position, the coach
continued. "While I really like doing this, I want to get down and dirty
with you guys.
----------
"How do you want me?" Travis asked Josh.
"On your knees, man," Josh answered, slapping Travis' butt once
with a loud smack. Travis smile and cradled his head in his folded arms,
his bare butt stuck in the air.
"You're in for a treat, Cliff murmured, as he ran the open palm of
a hand first over Travis' back and over his buttocks, then on his chest.
"My little boy really knows how to use his thing." He winked at Josh, who
smiled and sank a finger into Travis' spit-slick butthole and ran it across
the firm nut of the man's prostate. He knew he had reached the right spot
when Travis jumped in surprise.
"Watch me, Dad," Josh ordered his father. "You've never seen me
fuck another man, have you?" He glanced at his father, whose gaze was
riveted to the sight of his son's pale-skinned erection pointing at Travis'
hole. "Hold it for me, Dad, while I push in?" Josh asked. He figured that
if his Dad liked to watch, he's surely like to participate.
Cliff wrapped his fingers around his youngest son's penis, amazed
at how large it was, and rubbed the head teasingly over Travis' hole.
"Y'want my little boy's dick in you, don't you Travis?" he asked, in a
hypnotic voice. "Once, he lubes you up, then our young friend Jerry will
take his turn, then . . . I'll slide in, using both boy's spunk." He
lovingly ran an open palm over Travis' butt cheeks, while Josh slowly
buried himself and began his rapid thrusts. He'd take three or four, then
pause and move his hips from side to side, stimulating the older man as his
father slapped Travis' cheeks, never taking his eyes off his youngest son's
cock penetrating another man.
"Damn, you're tight," Josh grunted, as he watched his cock stretch
the hole. "You're gonna squeeze out every drop of sperm I've got." This
time, he slapped the butt cheeks. "But, don't worry," he said, "slapping
the other cheek and thrusting harder. By the time everyone else has had
you, I'll be ready to go again." He leaned over the older man's back and
wrapped his arms around Travis' chest as his thrusting slowed until he was
rocking his hips, almost pulling free with each stroke.
"You like what I'm doing to you don't you, Mister Pollard?" he
murmured, pinching Travis' nipples. "Y'know something?" he asked.
"Hmmmm," Travis groaned, a response.
Josh kissed Travis' back as he continued teasing his nipples. "I
think you'll enjoy fucking me more than getting fucked by me." He
chuckled, playing Travis like a musical instrument. "Lotsa guys get off on
pushing their dick into a young guy." He rotated his hips, rubbing the
head of his cock against Travis' prostate. "I'm betting you're one of
those guys. He smiled at Travis' incoherent moan of a response.
"Get ready, Mister Pollard," he warned. "You're hole's about
. . . to . . . be . . . flooded . . . with," Josh trembled, "boy
. . . cream." He pulled himself into Travis as far as possible, pleased he
was able to have such a great time while putting on an exciting show for
his dad.
~ to be continued ~